I am constantly stuck in this place, in between my future and my past and I'm not sure which one I want more. Most of the time, part of me just wants to throw myself into the future and the other part wants me to hurl myself into my past.
“When change came for one of us, it was a rare and permanent thing. I had seen it happen with Carlisle and then a decade later with Rosalie. Love had changed them in a eternal way, a way that never faded. More than eighty years had passed since Carlisle found Esme, and yet he still looked at her with the incredulous eyes of first love. It would always be that way for them.
It would always be that way for me, too. I would always love this fragile human girl, for the rest of my limitless existence.
I gazed at her unconscious face, feeling this love love for her settle into every portion of my stone body.”—
everyone, i know this blog is usually me just whining about my views on things and how much my life sucks or whatever, but i want to be serious for just a minute. i want to use this blog as a tool to get word out there, in whatever way i can. so i’m going to ask all of my followers to read and reblog this. it isn’t that much to ask.
seeing as the holidays are coming up, i think i might start somewhat of an awareness theme for this blog on sundays. christmas/hanukkah/other holidays are soon, and after a recent conversation, i’ve really started thinking. we are all really lucky people, whether we want to admit it or not. the fact that you’re sitting here reading this means you have a computer or some kind of internet. a lot of people don’t.
there are people who have no home, no family, and no one to share their holiday with. they live outside, in the freezing cold, snow, and ice. because they have nowhere to stay. homeless shelters only house so many people and feed so many people. there’s never enough room for everyone. i’m asking you to imagine yourself for five minutes living on the streets on christmas instead of sitting in your warm family room opening presents. it’s not a happy thought, is it? no one deserves that. no matter what they’ve done in their lives.
so. for every 20 reblogs that this post gets, i will donate a bag of food to some local homeless shelters in my area. for every “like” that it gets, i will donate $1.00 to a local charity or soup kitchen. let’s see what you tumblrers can do.
national honor society attention seeking girls who call themselves anorexic but really eat tons slutty whores who dance with everyone at homecoming cabbage not having the unit circle memorized messenger bags where the straps are abnormally short pop quizzes which you fail because you didnt bother to read the epic poem when people dont text back when people call you with nothing to say volunteering being a good kind decent human being my low low low low low tumblarity getting a 91 on larues ridiculously easy curved history tests. feeling like a failure people who dont try at anything yet still get good grades friends with benefits. orchestra (JRVP included) !!!!!!! naming ionic compounds/figuring out the charges of all the elements. when people think theyre smart cuz they take AP classes….everyone does. chill. not knowing what i want to be in life beer, cigarettes, drugs. how awkward all the academy boys are. how all my friends manage to look stylish and i chill in sweats/hoodies being 16 and not having my license. high school people who are ungrateful/don’t realize how great their lives are couples with too much PDA/lack of. feeling really dumb during math/science classes unemployment, no $$ people who like things only because someone else does. awkward eye contact/situations sin/cos/tan graphs feeling left out/like you dont fit in when you wear flip flops in the rain and they get wet/muddy bossy know-it-alls who wear ponytails all the time HYPOCRITES.